The Ruds

Chapter 8

"Hey is she okay?" Dylan pointed to me. We had gone back to the cave and I fell asleep, but they didn't. I was rolling around like I was having a bad dream because I was. "I don't know," Mason said looking over at me. They came over and kneeled next to the sleeping bag. Suddenly I woke up, screaming. After it took me a second to breathe slower. "You alright," Mason asked putting his hand on my shoulder. "I'm fine," I told them, looking at the ground.

They both looked at each other than back at me. "What where you dreaming about?" Dylan asked. "Just about that night that I killed that Mod." I told them, looking around, then back at the ground. We were all quiet for a second. "Do you hear that?" I whispered. "Hear what?" Mason asked. "It sounds like something walking over hear, listen," I told them. We were all quiet and we could faintly hear something slowly coming closer and closer. I slowly reached over and grabbed my bow and arrows. I put an arrow up to the bow and held it up.

The thing was getting closer and we could hear it right outside the cave. It stepped in the cave, it was bigger and it broke twigs on the way to the entrance of the cave. I held the bow up ready to shoot, then, "Woah, woah, woah, don't shoot." The figure said walking in. "Marty?" I asked, dropping the bow. "What are you doing up hear so late?" Mason asked. "The rest of the gang said they were going to follow me next time I came up here, so I had to do it now so they wouldn't follow me." He explained. "Makes sense," Dylan shrugged. "So what's up back home?" I asked. "The fuzz are still looking for you. They have died down a little but not much," He told me.

"What is up with you though, you try'in to wake up all of Oklahoma?" He asked. "What?" Mason asked. "Faith... she screams real loud." Marty smiled. "Yea, yea, whatever," I smiled back. "What happened to you two?" Marty asked. The moon was right in the opening of the cave so we could see a lot of what was going on.

"A wolf," Mason said, not even sugar coding or anything. "A wolf!" Marty repeated. "Are you guys alright?" He asked. "Were fine just a little scratched." Dylan told him. I was real tired and I started drifting asleep again, "What's up with her?" Marty asked Mason and Dylan. "Oh she has gotten almost no sleep since the last time you came." Mason explained. "Why hasn't she gotten any sleep?" He asked. "A lot has happened since then." Dylan said.

In the morning Marty woke me up and we went to Jack in the box, to go get some food. Mason, Dylan and Me got a lot of food, I think I ate my weight in food. "Man y'all are hungry," Marty said. "I haven't really eaten in two days." I told him. "We should get you three back to the cave." Marty said. "Do we have to?" Dylan asked. "Yes," Marty laughed.

We were driving back to the cave and it was just after lunch. "Marty you should slow down," Mason suggested. "Nah, we are fine," Marty smiled. I was sitting in the back with Mason and Dylan was in the front. Suddenly I saw lights flashing behind us. I think my face went white, "Faith it's fine." Mason told me.

We pulled over and so did the police officer, he walked up to the window and Marty opened it. "Hi officer can I help you?" Marty said cooly. "Where's the fire, young man?" The police man looked around the car at us. "You look familiar," He pointed to me and his eyes went wide. "Do I know you?" He asked. I was speechless and I could only shake my head. "Are you sure you... Oh where you the girl that I talked to in the cave up there one night," He remembered. "Yea that was me," I said fickly. "Are you alright, ma'am?" He asked, noticing that my face was pale. I couldn't think of anything to say and I just sat there, so Mason talked for me. "She is just car sick," He made up. The police officer nodded, gave Marty a ticket and then left. "Thanks," I said to Mason, still staring and not moving.

We drove back to the cave and walked the three miles there. When we got there we went in the cave to see all of our stuff scattered and the sleeping bags and blanket torn. Our food was all over and the chest was tipped over. The water bottles were all spilled and ripped apart. Mason, Dylan and me stood at the mouth of the cave, looking at all the stuff, speechless.